Sleep has not touched my eyes
When the first gleam of daylight
Steals through the window-pane...
Fighting with dismal night-time thoughts
My troubled mind tosses and turns,
My heart is tormented.
My heart is tormented...
Peace be with you,
My heart, full of anguish!
Peace be with you,
My heart, full of anguish!
Peace be with you,
My heart, full of anguish!
Do you hear... do you hear the call?
The call from heaven above...
The bells ring out the Resurrection,
The bells, the bells,
The bells ringing the Resurrection
Сон не коснулся глаз моих,
А первый блеск лучей дневных
В окошко проникает…
В борьбе ночных тяжелых дум
Тревожно мечется мой ум
И сердце изнывает.
И сердце изнывает…
В борьбе ночных тяжелых дум
Все сердце изнывает.
Мир с тобою,
Сердце, полное тоскою!
Мир с тобою,
Сердце, полное тоскою!
Слышишь… Слышишь, слышишь зов?
То зов небесный…
Колокольный звон воскресный,
Колокольный, колокольный,
Колокольный звон воскресный!
«1 A river of golden honey from the bottle was pouring / So long and so thick that the hostess had time to speak: / "To this sad Taurides, where life does not get boring, / We jouneyed through fortune" — and looked over the neck. 2 There are Bacchus's services everywhere, as if in the whol...»
«The wooden organ did not roar this evening. / The cradle song of Schubert to us sang / The windmill blew and in the hurricane's singing / Laughing blue-eyed intoxication rang. The world of ancient song is green and brown, / The world of ancient song, young for all age, / Where nightingale...»
«Your fabulous enunciation — / Hot whistling of a bird of prey, / Create a true representation / Of silken eyelids, I dare say. "What" — and the head has fallen / "Why" — I am asking you / And far away the leaves are calling: / We live upon this planet too. So let them say that...»
«The essence of farewell I have extracted / From hatless laments of the sleepless night / As oxen chew, and waiting grows protracted, / And end of city vigil is in sight — / And I recall the rooster night with fear / When lost in doleful journey for too long / Into the void the tear-dre...»